74 , / /t> It . " f .: " ..: ' ,."." ...i " . I tt'. f \ --:, /:,. !J ' - 'fI '/V )../ ...I. l' ? -... he father of basketball tells about his offspring! F EW men are left who can claim paternity to an im- portant sport. One of these is Dr. James Naismith, father, inventor, creator, or whatever you vvish to call it, of that increas-, ingly popular game-basketball. In line with its policy of se- curing authori ties in each branch of sport, the Evening Post has persuaded Dr. N ai- smith to forget his paternal modesty and contribute a series of daily articles on basketball. Whether you are merely an in- terested spectator or shoot a wicked basket yoursel these articleswill add ímmensely to now 3c your enjoyment [ FIVE CENTS ] of the game. SATURDAY l1iüin:g " ; D I 7 5 West Street Whitehall 9000 THE NEW THE NEW YORKER BOOKS Young America and Young England in Fiction: John Gunther and David Garnett-Booth T arking- ton's Bigger and Better Babbitt Makes His Début A NTICIPATING the verdict above this sort of facetiousness. But of THE NEW YORKER, the neither is he below the requirements publishers say that "The Red of this particular problem of theirs, Pavilion," by John Gunther, is not for the "old lady from Dubuque." They are right, and I will add that it is very much for Ne\v Y ork- ers, i f for no other reason than because it is not about _ themsel ves but about Chi- cago. John Gunther is, I understand, an exile from that sweet city and rep- resents one of its papers in London, or thereabouts. Before embarking on his hegira, I understand, he offtred this manuscript in vain to those of his compatriots who engage in that alarming game of chance known as publishing. With one accord, they rejected it, and the greater their "so- phistication," the more emphatic the rejection, for it is ,veIL known that only Britishers and Armenians can be smart and sophisticated in the market- able sense of those words. Here is a chance for patriotism to challenge "The Green Hat" and "An- tic Hay" on their own grounds. Mr. Gunther found a publisher for his book in London last spring, and noW it comes back to these shores with a venerable American imprint. It is the best attempt yet to do for youthful American society what Huxley has done for the English variety . To say that the author owes something to his predecessor, is not to detract from the essentially American quality which gives the "Red Pavilion" its original- ity. When I had finished it I began to understand a little better why fashionable Chicago murder and mutilation cases are quite what they are. This is not the Chicago of Carl Sandburg; it is closer to the Chicago of Leopold and Loeb. The story, so far as it is a story, hangs upon the loose thread of Rich-' ard Northway's and Shirley Bowdoin's marriage, which was such a success that it was ruining their lives as in- dividuals Shirley is a sculptress, and in accordance with his system of put- ting in footnotes where precise details are wanted, Mr. Gunther even gives the name, address, and telephone num- ber of the purchaser of one of her statues. He is not, you will observe, . , and his handling of their adventure shows the real scope of his powers, espe- cially the climax in which, during a long night's tramp, Richard turns the question over and over, and decides that, now Shirley has re- turned to him and their love is re- awakened, he must leave her for both their sakes. .-- \, '00-::'" /' . ,<>" <' .: ' I :: . W HERE he excels, however, is in his evocation of the milieu and his sharp portraiture of types as true of New York as of Chicago, but es- sentially American: Leon fG'oodman, the Russian Jewish poet, who loves suffering, Ãustin Devery, a profes- sional and professorial cynic, who alone can more or less cope with Dorzs Barron. Dori is nineteen and has just been "de-adolesced" through her own efforts, of which she is inordinately proud. The process did not alarm or amuse her much, nor did it do her much good from her own point of view, because throughout the book she is eternally preoccupied with her non- existent chastity. Here is Owen John- son's "Salamander" up to date and seen through the eyes of her realistic contemporaries, instead of through a haze of elderly indignation or retro- spective condescension. Mr. Gunther has a sense of gentle humor as well as a great delight in such jokes as list- ing interminable names of deities or drinks, and playing familiarly with the humors of the laboratory and the classroom. But even in close prox- imity to the latter, he can turn a good paragraph. F or example, this picture of the campus: "There were young men from the fraternity houses wearing tight-fit- ting coats, enormously baggy trousers, soft collars buttoned down on white shirts, and Oxford brogue shoes. Pass- ing him also were girls who were amazing: girls often pretty and always smart, excessively smart in their brief skirts and close-clipped hair, glittering and shining in the sun. They shone with youth and disdain and a casual knowing confidence. Although it was